Friday, August 24, 2007

Words

We were discussing our home towns at work today. One colleague comes from a mining town near Glasgow, where the social niceties were not always observed on Saturday nights at pub closing time. "You couldn't look sideways at people," he said, "or they'd have called you a f----- b------."

"Ah," commented another. "Where I come from they'd just have thumped you. They didn't have such a facility for language."

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Laughing out loud here too!And my damned hair must be growing! It is starting to need cutting, but I cant go through the agony again. On the other hand, if I was battling cancer treatments, I would be glad I had any hair....Sorry to run off the track like that!

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I'm a retired English teacher and live with my husband in Edinburgh. I enjoy reading, gardening, singing and walking; and making fairly simple quilts. Our children are all married. Daughter 1 lives in Edinburgh and is the mother of the much-loved Grandson and Granddaughter-the-Elder. Daughter 2 lives in London, 350 miles to the south and is the mother of sweet baby Granddaughter-the-Youngest. Son lives 65 miles to the north and is the father of dear toddler Granddaughter-the-Younger. I wish they all lived closer together.
I'm very conscious that time is passing and would prefer not to fritter my time away. But I sometimes do.